what a depressing day, november 3. the presidential election results are in, and boy are they bad. i think i'm done with this country.

my 50,000 words are slowly coming along. i feel like the only thing i'm concerned about is the number of words and nothing else. there's no characterization, only flimsy attempts to tack on more words. instead of "corn," i write "buttery corn on the cob with plastic green corn holders from ikea." instead of having them live in a city with one word, like memphis, i'm having them live somewhere that sounds a little like "right in the heart of new york city, which is on the east coast, not the west coast, can i get an amen?" lord, someone should shoot me.

i have no direction. i never do have direction. even the things i want to do, i don't.

chris and i have been watching series 1 of "red dwarf." while not hysterical, it's amusing. maybe it's just the british accents that get me. i like comedies set in space. maybe instead of setting my story right in the heart of new york city.... i should set my story "on a space shuttle far far away near a planet even farther away, with a whole bunch of friendly aliens eating buttery corn on the cob with plastic green corn holders from an ikea in space." how many words is that?

the days are darkening earlier and earlier. i find myself getting tired by seven p.m. when it snows, i shall be suicidal. there is nothing about the approach of winter that i find attractive, not even the possibility of presents or egg nog.

i'm glad obama won. at least one good thing came out of yesterday.